Prologue

The sky was black, with no sun to be seen. The land was parched and dead, no water or wind stirred the dried out husks one learned to call trees. The land was only a grey and black reminder of what it used to be.

A tall, thin figure cloaked in black looked around at the carnage. He had conquered this once flourishing world, full to the brim of divine celestial power, but his innate evil had simply drained away the glorious light and left this. A dark, cruel world where no plants could grow, light was as dark as the earth it landed on, and life was something very few were gifted with.

The dark figure whirled around and stalked back inside of the tower. The black castle of Tenet Noctis was the only remaining structure in the realm. All else had been burned by fire, or blown over by howling winds, or washed away by fearsome floods, or even buried under six feet of dead earth.

The world that once was a beautiful, flourishing land, only rivalled by a planet called Domino, was gone, and it was never coming back. The dark figured swept into the throne room of the castle and slumped down onto the throne, looking around the room with bright eyes.

The throne room was once the most beautiful rooms in the palace, and now it was the only beautiful place on the planet. Black plants grew over the window sills, giving the impression of garden beds just outside and tattered tapestry's created gloriously dark artwork to frame the walls. It wasn't as stunning as it had been when the planet was alive, but it was still glorious to say the least.

While the dark man sat musing, outside various creatures made of stone were training. They were practising drills, sharpening swords and at a large smithy many of the creatures moulded a dark black metal, so dark that it seemed to suck in what little light there was left.

The finished swords were even worse. Long and sharp, they sang a song of bloodshed and shadows as they were swung through the air. Blood slid off of them as if they were made of glass, and shadows seemed to flock to the dark blade, until the darkness seemed to thrum with suppressed power. The black swords were being tested out in a sword fight, and both of the creatures were evenly matched. The two warriors grunted as they fought, loud and furious enough to gain the attention of the dark lord sitting on the throne. With a slight groan the man stood, and went to stand at the window, a spectator for a gruesome sport.

The fight continued in earnest, neither man ready to surrender. The blades seemed to enjoy the blood and pain and anger that the fight caused. They sucked it all up, all of the negative energy, until it happened. One sword became so saturated in darkness that it exploded, sending out a wave of darkness that bowled over the creature's opponent, and made many others fall back as all the dark energy expended itself. The wielder of the sword stared at his weapon is amazement, and laughed.

The creature felt powerful, the darkest of magic running through his veins. He felt invincible. The creature turned its head to see his Lord lounging at one of the castle windows. The darkness overran the creatures mind, and left him filled with anger, and that anger had to get out.

With a wild battle cry the stone creature ran up to the castle, determined to get to the dark man in the castle. The man didn't even flinch; he just stood there, waiting for the stone creature to reach him. When it did though, he was unprepared for the ferocity it displayed. He flipped over the sill of the window, and proceeded to swing the sword as hard as the creature could; advancing on the lord he thought was helpless.

But he had been fooled by illusions and appearances, as the lord was much more aware than was thought. The creature kept moving forwards and the dark man kept moving back. When his lord was backed up against a wall, the creature saw its chance. He smiled, stabbing forward with his blade. But he only met thin air, as his master moved with blinding speed, initiating his own attack.

He stabbed forward with a sword made of pure shadow, not unlike the ones made of the dark metal, and the creature was felled. He smiled, but it wasn't a smile of mirth or laughter. It was a smile of death and despair, as his sword greedily lapped up the creature's death, growing stronger with every passing moment.

The danger averted, the Lord returned to the window to see that all had gone still. The creatures all gazed up at him in fear, and many of the weaker ones cowered under his gaze. They all flinched when he laughed an uncaring, morbid laugh. "Look at you all, cowering from your ruler. I am ashamed to see the legendary swordfighters of Albertron stoop so low!"

A few of the braver creatures growled at this, and the eldest ones hid their faces in shame. They knew of the world he spoke of, for that was once their home. The lord laughed once again, happy with the trouble and stirred thoughts he caused. "But that is all that I expect you to do when you see me. But channel it into your swords, and find me the prize I seek, and your suffering will end!"

At this many of the creatures, mainly the younger ones, perked up. They were willing to save themselves and their people, and a quest always excites things.

"What is it you seek Sire? What prize do you wish for?" A tall, muscular stone man stood up and asked the questions of his lord, becoming the spokesperson for his people.

The lord of darkness smiled evilly when he heard the questions voiced, and he had to stop himself from rubbing his hands together. "The prize I seek is a simple one. A bride, dark and worthy, powerful and strong. A bride of darkness." All of the stone people gasped as one, for a bride was a powerful thing in their realm. A bride of the moon and night was going to save them, and stave of the tyranny of the dark, all according the legends of the realm, legends that were born before the birth of time.

The lord of the realm laughed at the elated faces of his subjects. A bride was what he wanted, and so it was a bride he must get. But the stone creatures were cunning, and the dark lord had no clue about the legends of the Celestial One, the woman who would vanquish the evil that hid in dark places. A bride was what the Lord wanted, so a bride of moonlight, shadows and night was what he would get.

Hello! I know i took this down ages ago, but I have changed a few things, double checked others and changed the plot line in a few ways.

I apologize to those who hate me for taking this down, but I felt I had to after the changes that were made

Thanks for staying with this!

Psy Koteek